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3 In the path of life He leads me,

By the stream that gently flows ; In the verdant pasture feeds me, Where no plant injurious grows;

There I hear the Shepherd's voice,

There He bids my soul rejoice. 4 When through death's dark valley going,

Fearful though the way appear,
I will dread no evil; knowing,
Thou, my Shepherd, still art near :

When I see Thy rod and staff,
Then I know Thy sheep is safe.


Sunday Morning. C.M. AGAIN the Lord of life and light

Awakes the kindling ray; Unseals the eyelids of the morn,

And pours increasing day. 2 Oh! what a night was that which wrapt

The heathen world in gloom !
Oh! what a Sun which broke this day

Triumphant from the tomb !
3 This day be grateful homage paid,

And loud Hosannahs sung;
Let gladness dwell on every heart,

And praise on every tongue.
4 Ten thousand differing lips shall join

To hail this welcome morn,
Which scatters blessings from its wings

To nations yet unborn.

40. The Sacrament. 8,7. TSRAEL'S Shepherd ! guide me, feed me,

Thro’ my pilgrimage below;
And beside the waters lead me,

Where Thy flock rejoicing go;
Could I wander, fear disdaining,

Could I quit the sheltering fold,
Heedless of Thy grace constraining,

In the strength of nature bold ? 2 No: Thy guardian presence ever,

Meekly kneeling, I implore,
I have found Thee, and would never,

Never wander from Thee more :
In Thy bruised body broken,

In the shedding of Thy blood,
What a gracious pledge and token,

Lord, have we for every good.

41. Epiphany. 11,10. BRIGHTEST and best of the Sons of the

Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine

aid !
Star of the East, the horizon adorning,

Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid. 2 Cold on His cradle the dew-drops are

shining, Low lies His head with the beasts of the

stall, Angels adore Him in slumber reclining,

Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all!

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3 Say, shall we yield him, in costly devotion,

Odours of Edom, and offerings divine ? Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the

ocean, Myrrh from the forest, or gold from the

mine? 4 Vainly we offer each ample oblation ;

Vainly with gifts would His favour secure, Richer by far is the heart's adoration,

Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor. 5 Brightest and best, &c. 42. Psalm XLII. AS pants the hart for cooling streams,

When heated in the chase ;
So longs my soul, O God, for Thee,

And Thy refreshing grace.
2 For Thee, my God, the living God,

My thirsty soul doth pine;
O! when shall I behold Thy face,

Thou majesty divine !
3 Why restless, why cast down, my soul ?

Hope still; and thou shalt sing
The praise of Him who is thy God,
Thy health's eternal spring.

Gloria Patri.
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,

The God whom we adore ;
Be glory, as it was, is now, .

And shall be evermore.

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Innocents' Day. C.M. OH! weep not o'er thy children's tomb ;

Oh, Rachel, weep not so !
The bud is cropt by martyrdom,

The flower in heaven shall blow! 2 Firstlings of faith! the murderer's knife

Has miss'd its deadliest aim :
The God for whom they gave their life,

For them to suffer came !
3 Tho' evil were their days and few,

Baptized in blood and pain, He knows them, whom they never knew,

And they shall live again. 4 Oh! weep not, &c.


Second Coming of Christ.


10! He comes with clouds descending,

Once for favour'd sinners slain !
Thousand, thousand saints attending,
Swell the triumph of His train,


Hallelujah! Amen.
2 Every eye shall now behold Him,

Rob'd in dreadful majesty ;
Those who set at nought, and sold Him,
Pierc'd and nail'd Him to the tree,

Deeply wailing,

Shall the true Messiah see. 3 Every island, sea, and mountain,

Heaven, and earth, shall flee away;

All who hate Him, must, confounded,
Hear the trump proclaim the day,

Come to judgment !
Come to judgment ! come away!

4 Now redemption, long expected,

See in solemn pomp appear !
All His saints by man rejected,
Now shall meet Him in the air !

See the day of God appear !

45. Fleeing from Judgment. C.M.

(Amos iv. 12.)
WHEN rising from a bed of death,

O’erwhelmed with guilt and fear,
I see my Maker face to face,

Oh! how shall I appear !
2 If yet, while pardon may be found,

And mercy may be sought,
My heart with inward horror shrinks,

And trembles at the thought. 3 When Thou, O Lord, shall stand disclos'd

In Majesty severe,
And sit in judgment on my soul,

Oh! how shall I appear.
4 Oh! never shall my soul despair

Her pardon to procure,
Who knows Thine only Son has died

To make that pardon sure.

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